Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.